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Tiny little rant real quick (ppl in msgs, patience 💋)

I AM NOT INTO INCEST PLAY

I am not your “daughter, kid, child or sibling”.

Interacting with me in this way will make me sick to my stomach and you’ll find yourself blocked. Idgaf if “they’re actually 18+”. Playing out the act of fucking a minor family member is not something I can tolerate. Childhood traumas are not kinks. It’s sick. Get tf outta my DMs and

GO HEAL

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Go ahead, run them up the flagpole and see 😉

Who salute but no one ever does

My panties wrapped around your dick while you jerk off

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gawkgawkgawk.

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Souls on the Road (1921)

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You’d see “yes” in my eyes, no need to hear it from my lips.

I want to twist your face, make you make faces you never knew you could. I want to steal the breath from your lips, leave you gasping, like you had just taken your last breadth. I want to hear you moan words you’ve never spoken, beg in ways you never have. I want to break you down, piece by piece, until all you know is me. Only if you let me?

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Today on “things I didn’t know I needed to read*

THIS

How To Tame A Brat #1

She’s sprawled out on the bed, that smug little smirk playing on her lips as she watches him. She’s been teasing him all night, pushing, testing. Now she’s in for it. “You think you’re cute, don’t you?” he murmurs, voice low, dangerous. She shrugs, feigning innocence. “I don’t think. I know.” Wrong answer. In a flash, he has her flipped onto her stomach, a firm hand pressing the small of her back as she gasps. His other hand grips the back of her neck, not tight, just enough to remind her who’s in control. “You run that mouth, but let’s see how much you talk when I’m done with you.” She squirms—just enough to be bratty, just enough to test him. He chuckles darkly, his fingers trailing down her spine, slow, teasing, before landing a sharp slap on her ass. She jolts, a small yelp escaping before she bites her lip. “Color.” “Green,” she breathes. Always green. “Good girl.” Another slap. Harder this time. Her back arches, her thighs clenching, but she won’t give him the satisfaction of reacting too soon. He knows her game. He loves it. “Count.” “One,” she grits out. Another. A little sharper. “Two.” He watches the pink bloom across her skin, admires how she twitches, how her breath hitches—but still, she’s fighting it. Still, she thinks she’s in control. Not for long. After the fifth strike, he soothes the heat with his palm, his fingers slipping lower, teasing, barely brushing against where she wants him most. “You’re already soaked,” he taunts, slipping just the tip of one finger inside her, then pulling away. “And I’ve barely touched you.” She whimpers, pushing back against his hand, needy, desperate. He tuts, gripping her hips firmly to still her. “Oh, you want more?” He leans down, lips ghosting over her ear. “You don’t get to decide. I do.” She shudders. He flips her over again, spreading her legs as he kneels between them, dragging his fingers slowly up the insides of her thighs, pausing just shy of where she aches for him. She writhes beneath him, frustrated, needy—but still too proud to beg. “You’re so stubborn,” he murmurs, eyes gleaming with amusement. “I could have you screaming by now, but you’re holding out, aren’t you?” She lifts her chin, defiant. “Maybe you’re just not good enough.” Oh. That’s it. That’s the final push. He’s on her in an instant, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other slides between her legs, fingers plunging inside her, ruthless, relentless. Her body arches off the bed as she gasps, legs trembling. “You were saying?” She moans, still trying to hold back, still trying to resist. But he knows her body better than she does. He strokes that perfect spot inside her, curling his fingers just right, his thumb circling her clit in slow, torturous circles. Her breath is ragged now, her thighs shaking, her defiance cracking. “You’re not going to last,” he whispers against her throat, nipping at her skin. “I—” “Don’t lie.” He speeds up, relentless, his grip on her wrists tightening. “You’re already mine.” She’s so close. He can feel it. But just before she can tip over the edge, he pulls his hand away. She lets out a choked whimper, hips bucking, desperate for friction. “What’s the matter?” he teases, licking his fingers clean. “Did you need something?” She glares at him, flushed, panting. He just smirks, waiting. She lasts all of three seconds before she cracks. “Please.” “Please what?” “Please let me cum,” she breathes, voice shaky, wrecked. He hums, considering. “Beg better.” She groans, her pride warring with her desperation. But she knows how this works. She knows what he wants. And god, she needs it. “Please, sir,” she whimpers. “Please, I need it, I need you, I—” “Good girl.” And then he’s on her again, fingers, lips, tongue, cock—ruining her, owning her, making her fall apart beneath him until she’s nothing but a writhing, moaning mess, every ounce of defiance stripped away, leaving only raw, desperate need. Only then does he finally give her what she wants. And when she finally shatters, he’s right there with her, reminding her exactly who she belongs to.

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Come over 💋

Choking him while I ride him , is my fav thing to do tbh

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play fighting is so fucking hot, oh no I got pinned down by you on the bed we better not fuck or anything that would be crazy

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“It’s like we’re soul neighbors and we’re constantly borrowing sugar from each other.”

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Pussy so cute it would leave glitter on my cock if I fucked it

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Saaaaaaaame

i’m a slut for vocal men. moans, little whimpers, gasps, growls. i love it and i love the men who do it.

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People who post audios really are doing gods work

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